When it comes and doesn't

Fold before it's done

When it shades and plays

What you call a melody of

Sense Your pretense

So hard to conceal what I

Feel back when I was so

Idly wild I'm awake now

Tonight without sundays

Mornings bruises on my

Neck Quiet kind of thinking

Not anything wishing I was

Far away where trees drop

Leaves as far as I can see

Arcee shivers beside me

Scooping up the softness

Promising shell be with me

Forever Why does this

Music make me sad could I

Make a part of myself, true